With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a black handgun.

Rachel gasped. "Mr. Lloyd, that's…"

Andrew replied calmly, "Oldest trick in the book. Posing as a bartender while hiding a weapon. It's meant for sneak attacks, a standard setup in places crawling with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly."

He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers had begun to notice the commotion.

Not even the pounding music could drown out the tension as all eyes turned to Andrew, their faces filled with shock.

The group of punks from earlier returned, this time led by a man in a black suit, striding over with menace in his eyes.

"Let go of our guy and get the hell out of Onyx Serpent Bar! Or I swear, I don't care who you are—you won't leave in one piece!"

The suited man radiated killing intent as he shouted his warning.

Andrew glanced at him. "Are you the Onyx Dragon King?"

The man's eye twitched as he barked, "Does it matter